Friday, January 9, 2015

Out of Darkness



Winter's icy touch has made this night stand still,
With just the sound of hail upon the roof and sill;
The houses stand dark, quiet as the past,
When lanterns and candles, their shadows did cast.

With a snap of frozen branches, nature is in power,
Despite all man's inventions, there is darkness by the hour;
One by one, I light the lamps and adjust the wicks,
Performing ancient rituals that made grandma's life so rich.

The silence of the snow, the crackling of the fire,
And kettle on the wood stove, is all that we require.
To bring to light a simpler life,
Of values born of strife.

With hardship, came the bond of sharing,
Tasks that brought families closeness and caring;
Memories of working side by side together,
That nature now reminds us, lest we forget forever.

Thank goodness for the holidays and helping one another,
For these are but the blessings, we have yet to discover;
It is good to be reminded, how fragile we are as one;
And count our many blessings, each night when day is done.


                                                                Poetry of Nana Lynn

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